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The small cart made its way on the white stone road, wobbling every now and then as it passed on a loosen stone or a crack in the road, as the walls of the city in the distance grew larger and larger. "Will you quit that?" said the woman who held the reins. She was in her early 30's, with pink hair down to her shoulders and matching colored eyes.  She wore a simple dress, pink as well. She was clearly a fund of this color, but on the same time tried not to attract too much of attention to herself. "Quit what? Breathing?" the second passenger grunted. He was a teenage boy, tanned skinned from many hours of outdoors training. He wore brown lo